Page 122 of Holiday Hostage
Reed’s breath fluttered over my ear, and he scraped his hands through my hair, washing it and adding conditioner without asking me to move.
A kind of languid drowsiness loosened my muscles.
I yawned and snuggled into the robe Tarron draped over my shoulders after they carried me from the tub and dried me off.
“You should get some rest.” Mav cupped my face and kissed me softly.
“I need to tell you something.” My eyes flew open as the words burst out. I should have told them right away, but I’d been distracted. And afraid.
I grasped the robe and brought the fluffy lapels up to frame my jaw and chin.
I just got them back.
What if they didn’t want to take responsibility for our baby?
“We can talk later. You’re exhausted.” Mav dried off and wrapped a towel around his waist. A series of bruises marred his back, and a ragged line of stitches tracked across his shoulder.
Tarron had a similar set of stitches on his ribs.
Should I tell them and give them more responsibility?
It wasn’t like we’d made a commitment to each other.
They never mentioned our future.
We’d never talked about anything beyond getting out of Alaska.
And we hadn’t discussed anything since they rescued me from Jack a second time.
I could end things and keep the news to myself.
No.
I couldn’t do that to them.
They deserved to know that one of them was going to be a father.
I stepped away from Mav. “I need something to drink.” I hurried to the kitchen and found a bottle of water in the refrigerator.
They owned an incredible penthouse.
I rested my hip against the counter and sipped the water.
The sudden dryness in my throat gave way to a clawing sense of fear.
We’d only known each other a few weeks.
How did I even start this conversation?
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“Give her a minute.” I dug through Reed’s dresser drawer full of sweatpants, found a pair I could wear, and tossed a second pair to Mav.
He caught them one-handed and dropped his towel.
“Hey, what about me?” Reed snapped his fingers.
